The rain comes down in buckets today, feeding the trees and birds to a much needed drink.
In Lapland the rain would come down so often, and the smell of that small wooden cabin
would grow richer, the logs emitting their fragrance.
I love it when it thunderstorms. Sometimes I'll pound my cottonwood drum.
Bang bang--the sound of the Earth in the key of D.
I like to dance in the rain on a summer's day, feeling it on my face and body.
The sweet coolness enveloping me. Those storms are the best part of summer,
flashing through the sky.
Once I remember kissing someone in the rain, getting drenched to the bone,
then going inside to make love, our bodies sliding against each other.
Camping out, the rain puddles 'round the tent, and the dampness creeps deep into the bones,
until the sun dries everything out again.